A Viable Dieable Age

People allow just about anything to happen. They celebrate anything shallow and superficial , are easily fooled by those who want power or attention, they hurt and crush the vulnerable beautiful souls whose beauty they never bothered seeing or understanding....

Then they complain.

People are almost all the same. Even those who claim to have the depth to understand something (which was only parading to be ‘deep’ the first place while the real gems remain dusty and unseen in the corner) or present themselves as those who have good taste. The effect of this nature of people can be seen both in the wider sphere of politics and perhaps, even more importantly in the personal sphere - the home and the world are both falling apart , are in a state of chaos, and it is not too hard to understand why.

If we have messed up the microcosm, we have messed it up for the macrocosm as well.

We either take responsibility or let things continues as they are.

I seem to have a tendency to come to Tumblr - a place which represents my carefree life before I met certain people , before the time when tragedy befell my home - when I feel exceptionally hopeless and shattered. I’ve been sleeping at 4:30 am daily.

But what is sad is, I come here after..is it several months or even a years? Well the time should be about three years...And I read the ‘About Me’ I wrote several years ago, and it is still accurate.  I’ll end up changing it.  I feel like after trying so hard to make things work, after trying so hard for the past few years, I’m back to where I started. I am still the same person. Just a little bit more scarred.

I want to start over. I want to be happy.